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Protect the weakest.

      "gut dragged through too many intersections"

febrifuge obelisk
follower, streaks lengthened
      time of light
   concrete tarried
again & i go · trailing words

clip-on shades lost shrapnel
eyeless in Gilead
pure cerulean eyewash
new cars over battered roads

I Go Among Trees.

"This power of suggesting intolerable tragedy at the heart of the trivial is used with a skill little less than miraculous in 'The Waste Land,' and the power is the more moving because of the attendant conviction, that this terrible resembling contrast between nobility and baseness is an agony in the mind of Mr Eliot of which only a portion is transferred to that of the reader." —Elinor Wylie via

A nightclub in Memphis.